center. “Plow, harrow, roll, seed, fertilize, cultivate, harvest — all from the front porch. And where the farmer can buy juice from a power company, all he, or his wife, will have to do is press the button, and he to his newspaper, and she to her pie-crust.”

“All you need, now, to make it absolutely perfect,” Graham praised, “is to square the circle.”

“Yes,” Mr. Gulhuss agreed. “As it is, a circle in a square field loses some acreage.”

Graham’s face advertised a mental arithmetic trance for a minute, when he announced: “Loses, roughly, three acres out of every ten.”

“Sure,” Dick concurred. “But the farmer has to have